Today on the blog I would be sharing a poem written by Daikpor Immaculata.
After reading this poem, I was certain this was going to replace the short story scheduled to go up today.
Immaculata is a wonderful 14 year old writer. This poem was written for her Sister’s graduation and aimed to depict someone who was relieved to be leaving the restrictions of school but scared of what would be faced in the real world.
Enjoy!
To leave and not look back
To stand tall and not fear with
sighs of relief triumphing over
cries of anguish.
To strive hard and soar higher;
But with snatches of trepidation
and child-like resistance
atypical of a mature me
Like a foreigner at cross roads
with many signposts available
But yet faint at heart.
Share the toil with me, oh ancient one
Show me the least heavy burden,
if that does exist
Ease a little, won’t you
of my pains
Leave me in despair
now will you?
But were I to fall by the roadside
would you pick me up?
Or if I were ensnared by the eagles
of that world into which I venture,
would you save me?
And my bones broken and flesh left to rot,
even then, will you save me?
Speak clearly for I hear not your assurances.
Let me be, then, for you deceive me.
What is that you say?
I can overcome it?
May I ask, may that be your assurance?
Speak a little louder, ancient one
for all depend on your words
I hear it again
You say I’m strong and fearless
but also defenseless, or aren’t i?
Yet you say I must try, that I must not give up.
Well, listen to this, me,
whom you have molded into firm clay,
whose ears have become full with those
wise words of yours;
Try, I must and try I will
For I know you will not hold my hand but let
me fall, that I may stand again on these feet
So, give me now, ancient one all that I need
That when the bus breaks down,
I may be able to trek.
I love.
Thanks for reading
This is deep. This is a 14year old with the mind of a veteran.
I tell you, I was impressed! Maybe I’ll ask her to write some more